Today I did not walk in the literal sense of the word.
I mean I did walk Adalie into school. Then walk from one side to the other of the 45000 square feet building I work in, about six times, before noon.
I drove home after lunch. I stood and made 30 Grinch fruit kabobs. I drove to Adalie’s school. I walked, stood, and “Simon-said” my way through her Christmas party. I drove home again. I helped Adalie get ready for dance class. I danced and sang with my girl to the other end of town. I chatted, sat, and changed her shoes three times in the following hour-and-a-half. I changed Adalie in the car while driving back across town. I danced, observed, and bubbled popped at Adalie’s school Christmas dance. I drove her and a friend home for a sleepover. I delivered food, drinks, and a movie. I kissed, hugged, and watched them drift into dreamland. I finally laid down myself.
So no, I was not so much a mindful walker today. But I was a damn good mother. And while the day was hectic to say the least, I also recognize that these days are numbered.
I was mindful to enjoy my girl today…
